About this story
The signature was that of London's most respectable doctor; the doctor's new will leaves everything to the man who did the trampling. Stevenson drafted it in three days, burned it, and wrote it again. It gave the language a phrase. You are Utterson, the lawyer both men trust, reading your way toward the cabinet door.
Who you’ll meet
Dr Henry Jekyll — the distinguished Victorian doctor the reader (as Utterson) faces, shadowed always by Hyde.
How it opens
Sunday had emptied the commercial quarter of carts and bargaining voices.
Fresh shutters and polished brass still brightened one narrow street.
Mr EnfieldLondon looks almost honest when the shops close.
Choose
The quiet lets every flaw speak.
The shops have dressed for Sunday.